I learn from my mentor the ocean

Standing this morning meters away from one of the world’s most famous surf breaks, Snapper Rocks, I could feel the power of the ocean. Boom. Against the rocks. Over and over. It was breathtaking. 

The ocean is my mentor. Some days she is lake-like in her calm. Waves? What waves? She is so tame she invites a false sense of security. To dismiss her power is to be foolish.

On other days she is playful. Sweet and gentle. Nice little waves that are fun to ride. 

Often she is confusing. Hard to read. Rough edges and bumpy. Tricky beast. 

And on days like today, she is fierce, her power turning anything in her way into splinters of its former self. 

I want to be like the ocean, offering the spectrum of power she does. Even in her calm, her power is latent, never far away. 

The power of the ocean is not to dominate. Rather she refuses to subjugate herself to those who assume power over her. There is a difference. 

She will work in harmony with nature. She wraps her curves around headlands. 

Yet when humans decide they can dominate, she refuses to be held captive.

Any human who tries learns that their power is scant in comparison.

There are times we need to summon our power as a refusal to be dominated by malicious human forces. 

I learn from my mentor the ocean, unafraid to rise up, speak up and act when the times are called to gather my power as a tempest.

Photo Taken April 29th 2023